Текст песни
Diamonds way too cold, don't keep your heart attached
They'll throw you in the deep, they not coming in
Might not see you in the church, but the club is packed
Feelings in a cup when the month end
Buddy keep a stick, but keep pumping
Buddy had some patience, now it run thin
Twin raised in the small town, that block is all he know
He praying on a Friday, his pockets looking low
He mixing in the kitchen, that chicken looking swole
Slime been in the field, he'll pitch it like a quarterback
First 48, they caught him lost, now the odds are stacked
They finally found the map, but found a X where the treasure at
Twin said we gone ball forever, pray for that
Demons on my line, I cannot answer that
Slime needed a rez, I pass a stimpak
They said the shooter half his age, still pushing wigs back
Bring him to the island, come see a mismatch
Buddy really on rim, I call him Rob Pack
I saw it fully in person, I know you all cap
I really been a this since mutt, I'm talking dog shit
I gotta give it to the D, but I'm talking boss shit
I'm talking about some foreigns, washing hands in different faucets
I'm talking different kicks on different carpets
On duty like a sergeant, you can't get to the wins if you ain't started
Buddy might slide in a Range Rover
He told her that he love her, but his feelings back in Florida
Said he love purp, just drank soda
Really a addict, he slump over
If I get the shot, I probably drain it
Better pack an umbrella in case it's raining
Slime stepping in Rick, they think he famous
Went and got her hooping shoes with how she playing
Had to do it, had to spin again, I said this get back
Brody had on"What The's", he said they supposed to mismatch
Brody bought designer, he don't know how to pronounce it
But if you get him shots, then he'll down it
God'll bring you test, gotta climb over the mountain
Shawty think bout her worst, gotta stay grounded
I think bout little me, I don't want that boy frowning